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So you motherfuckers
I was gonna change my
So what are you Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that
Here's another rap that I'm to spit
It goes like this, my is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up never before

Pimp slaps, makin'
Cold money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want

But if you do, I'm tell you this
Trues and vogues ain't really
Wanna so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say about that money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it concern me
Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, are you doin' in the White House
If you're not cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I she'll spit that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job
She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

is life? Life is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a
Yeah, I'll the bitches just like y'all
Dr. J played basketball

You can me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch

It on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this for you
You might not my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So death in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna live till week?
Will I get by a dope fiend
to get high, tryin' to steal my ring

I really can't say, 'cause I know why
People out here droppin' like flies
I used to see a home boy five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

Cold as hell, the I'm from
Won't last too long you're fakin' the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my hand I want my freak

You can't deny it, you I'm right
I turn any out when I'm on the mic
And I kick back, or relax
Till he knows I'm the at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
They got him caught up in my cap
Motherfucker can't spit game on the mic
'Cause he's worse than a fag or a dike

He's a sucker MC, I him punk
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that
You little punk-ass boy, listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world and you over
Good couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I said a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might down
Gettin' clowned by the hound east Oaktown

And the look in face when you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a grown man die, at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
Played out fake ass Simple

I never one word you said
But you're swearin' up and down that killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I to know
motherfucker, where's the joke?

I'm the player of players, just me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I don't
I just don't stop mackin', stop cappin'
stop rappin' now you see what happens

Your is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC tell you what
Your are weak, your rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are

Never even heard of Too $hort
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps a rap could rhyme
Tellin' MC's don't waste my time

There's a girl I her name is Betty
Straight to the head just it steady
She's so she'll juice you up
All the home boys can't get enough

She's a Ph.D., don't even
In the like that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, say she's black
the kind of girl that make your knees go crack

Feel the beat, rock me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big roller and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna stop the end of time
Like rock and I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all long

So liten up, to what I'm
I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin'
To all the boys doin' time in the pen
Gonna rock beat for you once again

If you can't get out and mad as hell
Say bitch, now it sound for real
I'ma tear up, if I get the chance
I could a fuck less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was and raised in the Golden State

me T O O, if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me
Bitch bitch bitch bitch me rich

out my style, baby I don't quit
I heard freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure fake

But the sucker MC's are loud
Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you about me, and call me weak
When your father coke and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep your jealous thoughts to
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
Ain't sayin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I a trick with a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the MC on a microphone
Like a 357 pointed at your
I got cap for cap, you never
So fresh with cusswords

shit, fuckin' with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, just let 'em
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't
Motherfuck you shithead bitch

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't
And it don't stop, and it won't stop,
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